Halloween typically falls on the last day of October, it was specifically designed as another religious holiday. A seemingly made up holiday, but it has made traditions that are not well known. Did you know that costuming or dressing up did not appear to be a stakehold in American tradition until mass produced costumes were available in the 1930s? Or the fact that 'trick or treating' became widespread in the 1950s.

Thanksgiving was originally known for giving thanks to God for providing a great harvest at the end of the season. However, most Americans will tell you that this holiday was modeled around the 1621 harvest feast between the English colonists, which are also known as Pilgrims, and Indians.

Now many of you will sit there and read the second and third paragraph and scratch your head (or ass) and wonder why the fuck did I waste your time on those two holidays. And that is my point! Christmas has overshadowed the two preceeding holidays.

Let's take away the fact that Christmas music is played weeks prior to Halloween or that Christmas decorations are filled in major retail stores merely days after Halloween. And let's not mention, 'Black Friday', which is typically known as the first major shopping day for Christmas. There is so much *commercialism* surrounding the holiday that it is mind-boggling.

This Christmas holiday, like every other Christmas, is constantly filled with pretentious relatives who slave their lives away by working and saving what little extra money they have to purchase a gift for me that I'm SURE they labored hard to find. Have you ever noticed that you could ignore your relatives for 364 days out of the year, but this one *special* day you must think of them. To me, I would rather they purchase me something during the beginning or the middle of the year because I will know they truly thought of me and have not purchased me an obligatory gift because "it's Christmas".

Christmas is one of the most overrated holidays in existence today. To me, Christmas is like a cancer in which each resembles a slow and painful death. However, this Christmas Eve I survived, barely. Tomorrow (Christmas Day) will be another challenging struggle to remain alive. The only solace will be the twenty minutes that I receive after I get home and before I goto bed.

To those that don't celebrate this overrated holiday, I thank you. Until then, I look forward to going back to work on Tuesday.

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I'm lucky, in that my immediate family give about as much of a shit about this overrate ridiculous crap as I do. My "Christmas festivities" consist of going to visit my mother and brother on the afternoon/evening of Xmas Day, where I get fed lots of good red meat cuts that I couldn't afford to eat usually, and get handed an envelope full of cash, the traditional "Christmas present" in our family. We long ago gave up the pretense that any of us could ever possibly get any other of us a gift that we might actually want or even like, so now my mother gives my brother and I cash, and we give her a hug. And everybody's much happier that way.

One year, when I was living interstate, I accidentally missed Xmas altogether. I was housesitting for a business colleague, in this huge mansion of a place with a home bar, in-ground jacuzzi, full in-home cinema with huge projector screen, etc... so I invited my girlfriend over and we spent the weeks just fucking in the jacuzzi and layin' out in front of the enormous screen watching movies... then one day, I decided I wanted some Subway, so we jumped in a cab and found the nearest store. There was a sign on the front that said "This store will be closed tomorrow". I went in and I asked the girl at the counter, "What's with the sign? Is this store like, closing down, or are you just shut for the day for some reason?"... she gave me a funny look and told me it was just for the day. So I replied, "Oh, okay then. What for?". She looked at me like I was insane and replied, "Um, it's Christmas?!"... I just laughed... I seriously had no idea it was Xmas Eve already. I went back to the house, ate my Subway, had sex, and completely ignored the holiday.

I got particularly lucky this past Xmas, too, in regards to avoiding "Christmas cheer". I managed to get through the entire season without seeing a single Christmas tree, hearing a single Christmas carol (not counting the crap they crackle over the tinny loudspeakers in shopping malls starting in fuckin' October!), giving a single Christmas present, or being told "Merry Christmas!" by a single idiot stranger who really doesn't give a fuck whether my Xmas turns out merry or suicidal. I'd like to say I avoided seeing any Christmas lights/decorations also, but the people directly across the road from my house had their entire fucking property decked out with twinkling shit, which they left on from sundown to sunrise every single day, complete with animated neon Santa sleigh and a giant inflatable snowman which nearly gave me Mr. Staypuft nightmares, Ghostbusters style, and the total effect of which caused my living room to glow like Chernobyl at 3am if I left the curtains open. But hell, aside from that, I really managed to dodge Xmas this time. And, as a result, managed to stay in a reasonably decent mood, and didn't feel the need to post a Xmas rant. So thanks Supernovae, for filling that much-needed gap in the SocDev repertoire. =)

Although I do get pissy that the holiday seasons holds up all the television seasons. Some of the few shows I like aren't airing again until goddamn February!! What am I supposed to watch until then? "Married... with Children" reruns? Sadly... yes.

Supernovae wrote:Damn right. Not too bad either, but she is probably 17 or some shit like that.

Michael, that negative attitude has no place here on Social Deviancy. Since none of us could ever truly know definitively, we may all assume she's exactly the age we'd want her to be if we were going to fuck her. =)

(Unless there are some gerontophiliacs lurking around here... I don't think she could pass for 80... =P)

Man, I hope she's sixteen and wet and tight.
And I hope her daddy is a pig cop.
So when he finger-bangs her in her bed later that night,
that's my stuff mixed with her lovely stink that's coating his finger as he picks his pig snout before going to sleep and getting shot dead tomorrow at work.

I hate cops.
Especially cops that pray to that sad fuck, Jesus Christ.

Although It's irrelevant (as I have absolutely no respect for "laws"), sixteen is legal (and delicious) 'round here.